“What do you call them then?” Matty waited as Wade took a step off, landing hard in the dumpster which made Matt step back just a touch from the sound. “Those are testicles you’re referring to, get it right there, Wilson. I’d prefer you keep your testicles in your leather drawers. You might actually need them one day.”
“I call ‘em Rosie and Lena...Oh, the paper projectiles? Yeah, just that. But back to the subject of my nuts. If I were throwing my rocky mountain oysters at you, it wouldn’t matter. There’s this cool deal with my healing factor where if my junk gets blown off, it grows back. That includes the whole package...I’ve had a couple people tell me it even grows back bigger.” He’s just a little too proud of that fact. “So anything Wolvie does his snikt thing to my groin-al region, he’s doing me a favor. I still think he’s secretly in love with me and just can’t admit it.”














